Apparently I jinxed myself when I posted yesterday about Nick eating Ritz crackers! I gave him some today after he ate his lunch, and all he did was line them up on the table. They went nowhere near his mouth. Oh Well. We will keep at it.
Our big outing today was to get Michael's hair cut, and if possible, Nick's as well. I thought it was a hopeless cause the second we entered the salon. There were tons of people waiting in line, and more waiting in chairs. We had barely set foot in the building before Nick was stepping all over the other people to get to a light switch. He managed to step on one little girls foot, and I apologized profusely at her. Nick it seemed was on a rampage. I tried to get him diverted to another portion of the small room. Over on the other side he went right for an electrical outlet and ended up knocking over some of the haircare products(he is not graceful in movement by any means!). I ended up having to hold is hand very firmly with him slightly protesting. I was seriously thinking maybe this was not such a good idea, and was about ready to confine him to a stroller-only I did not think it would have helped matters much. The good Lord must have had some pity,because we were able to go right in. I was cautiously optimistic when I plopped Nick down in the chair to get his hair cut. Needless to say, he sat VERY still, and I was very impressed with his hairdresser. Nick did not make one single peep-I don't think he even moved the whole time. I was silently jumping for joy. This was a first. I made sure they did not have those vacuum attachments that torment him so much-he was a perfect little angel. Then it was time for Michael to get his hair done. Nick spent the time amused by the reflection of his hand in the metal parts of the chair, and voila, we were done! Score!!